Hunkered here beside the grave
Of mother, father, sister;
The midday lull envelops
While faraway a strmmer strims
But now the graveyard silence
Overwhelms the quiet noon
In Deans Grange cemetery.

Occasionally the busy noise returns
To invade the fields of death
Persuading  us that life reigns supreme
For now at least.

Dear mother, father, sister
Departed from this life
Lying closely in cold clay
But warm within our memories.